Getting in my car, I let the heat of the interior sink in my bones and close my eyes for a minute. I’m going to need my strength for whatever happens when I get to Killer’s place. I’m not sure if he’ll even be there or if he’ll say a word to me about working here, but I want to mentally prepare myself just in case. It’s not like I’m looking forward to anyone saying a word to me about working here or anything else I do in my life.
Chapter Four
Killer
INSTEAD OF GOING to work at one of the club’s businesses today, I’ll be heading out to Shadowville. Renegade has a bitch that’s been giving them a hard time and Slim agreed to take her off his hands. Apparently my President thinks we can manage her better than Renegade’s crew. If she wants to act out here, she’ll be out of the club without a second thought. We don’t deal with that shit. Half of the women have left because we don’t tolerate them fucking with the ol’ ladies and the rest are slowly learning to get along with Jennifer, Shy, Sam, Gwen, and the rest of the women.
There’s only one who I think is going to be a problem. Her name is Mia. She’s only been here a few days. Instead of being grateful we’re giving her a roof over her head, money, and food to eat, Mia thinks she’s entitled to anyone and anything she wants within the walls of the clubhouse. She’ll have a rude awakening coming to her soon when she finds that shit out.
Mia is short and slender. She’s so skinny I wonder if she’s on drugs because I haven’t seen the woman eat in the few weeks she’s been with us. She’ll drink and fuck the men, but that’s it. We could all have a plate of food with the ol’ ladies sitting in the common room and she’s the only one with a drink and nothing else in front of her. Even the other house bunnies have been eating with us in the common room when the ol’ ladies are there. Shy wants them to feel as if they’re more than just holes for us to fuck and they’re beginning to intermingle with one another. It’s a slow process.
Anyway, Mia has bleach blonde hair that’s definitely from a bottle. Her roots have been showing since she walked through the door. Instead of her pale blue eyes shining and showing any sign of life, they’re dead and lifeless. I’ve never even seen a smile appear on her face unless she’s causing trouble. Then it’s more of an evil grimace instead of a real smile. She’s got trouble written all over her. Especially when the ol’ ladies and kids are around, and Mia struts her ass around the clubhouse wearing barely enough clothing to cover her tits and ass. More than once we’ve yelled at her for her pussy showing when the kids are around. She simply laughs it off and doesn’t change.
Usually the house bunnies stick together, and they want nothing to do with her ass. I’ve really never seen anything like it. We’re gonna end up tossing her out on her ass before too long; it’s a guarantee. Plus, I’m not sure she’s not here as a rat or something. If that’s the case, we’ll call in Summer to deal with her ass. Hopefully Summer is around when the time comes.
Today we all made a list of shit to get from Naughty Peach, the adult toy store on the outskirts of town. Instead of being aggravated about having to go get all the shit we put on there, Mia acted like we only trust her to get our things for us. That’s not the case at all. We’re telling her she’s nothing more than our bitch. I’m not sure if she’s too dumb to realize what we’re doing or if the years of bleaching her brittle hair is going to her brain.
I won’t be touching the skank. You couldn’t pay me to touch her with someone else’s cock. She’s got patch chaser written all over her. Honestly, I can’t even remember how she came to be a house bunny at the clubhouse. She kind of just showed up one day. I’ll have to double check with Fox to see if he did a full background on her yet.
Anyway, I’ve picked up one of the SUVs and our Vault will be riding out with me. He may be a patched member, but I don’t think he’s earned shit yet. Not with the way he’s been acting out since losing Hound. We all miss our fallen brother, but he’s taking it to the extreme. Won’t even talk to his brother Valor. If they do talk, it almost comes to blows. Hopefully today he can get his head out of his ass.
“Let me know if you need to stop. I don’t plan on it unless we absolutely have to. Want to be home before dark,” I tell him, knowing he’s probably not gonna say a word in response.
“Not a problem for me. I have some things to do as soon as we get back anyway,” he replies, looking out the window.
“What’s that? Drinkin’ till you can’t see straight again?”
“Nope. I know I’ve been an ass of epic proportions. That’s why I’m leavin’. For good this time. I only came back to get my shit,” he informs me.
“You’re leavin’ the club?” I question the young man next to me. “What about your family? Annabell?”
“She doesn’t need me. I’m no good for her,” Vault tells me, finally looking at me instead of out the window. “She’s goin’ to college and build a good life for herself. I’m nothin’ more than a member in the club who saved her when no one else could. My family is gone. I’ve got myself and that’s it. Too much shit around here reminds me of the one person I’ll never have back in my life.”
“Look, we all miss your dad. A lot. That doesn’t mean you have to leave everythin’ you love behind,” I let him know, realizing this is the most he’s talked since we buried Hound.
“I already talked to Slim about what I need to do. You’re gonna have church when we get back to give me a final answer,” Vault says, turning his attention back out the window.
“What’s that?”
“Movin’ to Cedar Bay and openin’ up my own chapter of the club. I’ve already talked to Slim about it. There aren’t the reminders there of my dad and I can get away from everythin’ here,” he tells me, keeping his gaze firmly locked on the passing scenery.
Not only am I shocked to shit right now, I know everything here isn’t what Vault wants to get rid of. He wants to get rid of Annabell. Even if he doesn’t say the words, he’s running from her. Vault isn’t a complicated man to figure out. He loves with everything in him and takes shit hard. Not only that, but he keeps to himself. There isn’t a single person he’s talked to about the loss of his father. Or what he truly feels for Annabell. We all know he wants her as his ol’ lady but he won’t take that step.
I honestly have no room to talk to him about that shit. When it comes to Gwen, I won’t make a fucking move on her either. I’m lying to myself when I say I want her to get some experience in the world. Go out on some dates and live her life the way she wants to. I know when I get my hands on her, she will be mine. Gwen will be lucky if I let her leave my fucking bed when I finally get to sink deep inside her body.
Gwen walks around the house in the skimpiest clothes I’ve ever seen her in. Usually, her body is covered to the point only her face and hands are seen. While that’s been slowly changing, I’ve never seen the clothes she’s been wearing around me. It’s only been recently I’ve gotten glimpses of her toned, tight body as she wears bathing suits and short cut offs with tank tops. Her skin is a golden brown from time spent in the sun. Her hair is even becoming lighter because of the sun making the brown and golden blonde shades become even lighter. She’s stunning without even trying. What makes it even harder is being able to see her nipples poking through her shirts when she’s not wearing a bra around the house.